Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

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The capital of killing.

Inside the pub.

"Guest, here are the dishes and drinks you ordered, please use it slowly."

A man dressed as a young man put the dishes he was holding on the table one by one, with a humble and respectful look between his eyebrows.

Yang Ming picked up the wine glass with a sneerful smile at the corner of his mouth. Just as Xiao Er thought that Yang Ming was about to drink the drink, unexpectedly, Yang Ming shook his right hand and filled the glass with the drink. It turned into a water arrow and splashed towards Xiao Er's face.

"Exposed!"

Xiao Er's complexion changed in shock, his heel lifted, and his toes touched the ground like a night cat walking, and his figure quickly retreated.

"Noise!"

The wine fell into the air and landed on the vacant wooden boards. The highly toxic wine directly corroded the traces of pits and pits on the ground, and it was bubbling with wisps of smoke. It was very toxic at first glance.

"Do it!"

Seeing Xiaoer's failure to poison, the sparsely seated guests in the pub immediately rose up, showing a hideous look, with various weapons in their hands, aiming at Yang Ming who was sitting in the same position.

Blade light, sword shadow.

In an ambush on all sides, the murderous intention started.

Yang Ming smiled unabatedly, and vomited in his mouth:

"Shen Luo Tianzheng!"

In the next instant, with Yang Ming's seat as the center, a physical repulsive barrier blasted towards the murderers who rushed around.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of collisions sounded, followed by the crackling sound of bones being broken by repulsive force.

The figures came quickly and went faster, like broken sandbags flying upside down, smashing the surrounding wooden tables and chairs into a mess. The ground was messy, and the blood was scattered, as beautiful as cherry blossoms, but the air in the air The **** smell that gradually became stronger, but there was no sense of beauty at all.

Yang Ming has become accustomed to this. Surrounded by dead bodies, he calmly picked up a piece of roasted chicken and put it in his mouth. He still complained, "It's salty!"

It has been more than two months since Yang Ming came to the killing field. At first, Yang Ming was able to deter some ordinary people and low-level spirit masters by virtue of his strength. But as his winning streak in the **** killing field increases, is there any The young, middle- and high-level spirit masters began to be unable to sit still, or openly or secretly pushed others to isolate Yang Ming and targeted Yang Ming.

Poisoning, assassination, seduction...

Bitterness, beauty...

This scene today is just a small scene for Yang Ming.

Once more exaggerated, a 63rd-level soul emperor, with more than 400 people, surrounded the hotel where Yang Ming was staying, piled up matches, poured fire oil, and lit a fire, hoping to bring Yang Ming alive. The ground burned to death in the hotel.

If it were to be an ordinary spirit master, in this ghost place where the spirit ability was sealed, it was really impossible for these people to succeed.

In that battle, Yang Ming killed a river of blood and filled the world with murderous intent.

Recovered from the memory, Yang Ming flipped his palm and the mysterious sword appeared in his hand.

In an instant, from the corpse that had just died, a **** breath that was hard to see with the naked eye was wafting out, and it was wrapped in various negative emotions, annoyance, resentment, regret...

These darkest things in the world may not directly affect people's minds, but under the subtle influence of years and months, they will gradually change a person's mind, turning an honest person into a terrifying murderer.

Ever since he killed hundreds of people in a row, Yang Ming has discovered that every time he kills a person in the city of killing, the breath that the other person exudes before his death will entangle the murderer and affect him little by little.

Even in the original work, Tang San could only rely on Xuantian Gong to suppress it, but could not conduct dredging.

Everyone knows the truth that blocking is worse than sparse, but it is easy to do. In the original work, Tang San was later affected by his mind and produced unfavorable consequences.

Yang Ming is not so troublesome.

The mysterious sword in his hand is like a high-powered vacuum cleaner, under the fine control of Yang Ming's reincarnation eyes, it instills the killing aura gathered from the surroundings into the mysterious sword.

I can faintly find that the sword body outlines a trace of mysterious blood, twisting like a living loach, if the eyes are fixed for a long time, it will even arouse negative emotions.

"The secret hidden in the killing capital."

Yang Ming ate and drank enough, patted the dust that was not on his clothes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Really look forward to."

Leaving the corpse full of the tavern alone, Yang Ming walked out of the gate and headed towards the killing fields of hell.

For the strong, it is easy to win a streak in the **** killing field, but most of the strong will not be as crazy as Yang Ming. Every day, they will come to participate in a killing feast in the **** killing field.

Because in the city of killing, it is easy to win a winning streak, but it is very difficult to face various sneak attacks when you are weakest after victory.

In addition, after the killing capital is injured, it is difficult for the wounded to find a cure. Once injured, they will become a sweet pastry in the eyes of others. Many people choose to come to the **** killing field once a month. He is the strong one, and he comes once every few days.

The results of more than two months have been fruitful.

Yang Ming is already in the killing fields of hell, and the number of wins has increased to more than sixty, which is not far from a hundred wins.

However, as Yang Ming’s victories increase, it is not as convenient to match up with the right enemy, because in each new game, the opponents that need to face to participate in the **** killing field match cannot be compared to the candidates. Five times less, unless everyone exceeds this number less than Yang Ming.

This also means that the opponents Yang Ming can match are all 60 to 70 opponents. This kind of opponent has very few in the killing capital, and this kind of player is also very spared and basically can not participate. I didn't participate. I had to participate until the end of this month~www.ltnovel.com~ Yang Ming came along and received a lot of attention.

Hu Liena seemed to have known that Yang Ming would come at this time. She waited at the gate of the Hell Killing Field early in the morning. She watched Yang Ming embrace the scabbard, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his complexion calm and calm, just like the boy who returned from a thousand sails, Hu Liena's expression was extraordinarily complicated. .

In particular, seeing Yang Ming's eyes that did not catch the breath of killing, they were as gentle as jade, Hu Liena pressed her lower lips tightly.

Before Yang Ming came to the killing capital, Hu Liena participated in the **** killing field on average every five days.

But after Yang Ming came, Hu Liena, in order to prove that she was not inferior to him, also maintained the frequency of participating in the **** killing field once a day.

It is a pity that Hu Liena did not have Yang Ming's means, and now she has been deeply implanted in the body with the killing aura.

Hu Liena looked at Yang Ming with winking eyes and said:

"Yang Ming, after you finish the game, I will wait for you."